Don't mess with me, I'm super fierce

Chapter 39 Snack Vinegar

No one expected that the cake shop that Jing Zewen mentioned turned out to be "First", and the owner of First was Wei Borong's mother, Wei Jin.

For so long, Wei Borong has never been to Weijin's cake shop once, no matter whether it is for helping out or opening for activities, he has never even been here. Weijin has never told him the location of the shop, nor He was never asked to do anything.

Wei Borong was at ease, but felt somewhat displeased and disappointed, maybe Wei Jin never cared about him, and in her opinion, she was just a fool.

So when he walked into First and saw Wei Jin behind the cash register, Wei Borong quickly turned cold and took the lead to throw away the eyes that met Wei Jin, resisting the urge to break through the door and follow behind Meng Yu.

Before the word "Xiao Rong" can be blurted out in the future, Wei Borong has already pretended not to know her, his eyes are indifferent and distant, Wei Jin is suffocating in his heart, and wants to explode, but when he sees his son's expression , the gas was instantly pierced out of the hole, and quickly leaked clean.

"Xiao Yu, are you here to buy bread or cakes with your classmates? The cabinets are all fresh, freshly made." He pointed to the bread cabinet and cake cabinet for several people.

Wei Borong silently stepped forward and stood beside Meng Yu. Meng Yu raised his face, saw that his expression was condensed, understood something, and patted him on the shoulder. Wei Borong held his hand and returned a very faint smile.

The relationship between Wei Borong's mother and son has always been stiff, and Meng Yu knows it. Since the mother and son did not greet each other, he can't shout at Wei Jin with great fanfare in front of Jing Zewen and Li Yu, "Oh, Aunt Wei, are you here?" Open a store here", if Jing Zewen asked, he would have to make up a lie.

"Ah, yes, we just signed up. The classmate likes to eat cakes, and said that there is a cake that is delicious. I didn't expect it to be here, Auntie."

"I almost forgot, you start school tomorrow. It's rare for you to come to Auntie's place. The bread and cakes in the cupboard are fresh. You and your classmates can choose whatever you want. Auntie invites you." Wei Jin wiped her hands on the brown apron , There were shallow wrinkles at the corners of the eyes.

Meng Yu subconsciously glanced at Wei Borong, and replied with a smile: "How embarrassing..."

Wei Jin looked at Wei Borong's expression, and interrupted Meng Yu: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you can choose, Auntie still doesn't lack money for bread and cakes." It's true, there is no shortage of small money.

At this moment, Jing Zewen, who was carrying the cake, heard the familiar chatting tone of the two, and suddenly interrupted, "Well, Meng Yu, do you know the proprietress?" Li Yu also looked at Meng Yu curiously.

Meng Yu nodded, the hands on his shoulders suddenly increased strength, he covered the back of Wei Borong's hands comfortingly, and said with a slight smile, "Yes, neighbor."

Very concise explanation, Jing Zewen and Li Yu looked at each other tacitly, Meng Yu never said too much about himself to others, so naturally he would not mention to others that the neighbor's aunt opened a cake shop, and no one in the class knew His mother's occupation, he only knows that Meng's mother has a good figure, good temperament, and good looks.

Wei Jin insisted on letting them choose whatever they wanted, which made Mr. Jing Zewen feel embarrassed once in a while, but Wei Jin couldn't hold back, and finally went home with two small cakes.

Li Yu is losing weight and doesn't eat sweets, and Meng Yu and Wei Borong won't get it for free.

Jing Zewen and Li Yu took a taxi on the side of the street. Wei Borong and Meng Yu, who wanted to go home, were about to walk to Xianxing Street. I don't know what Wei Borong thought of, and suddenly pulled Meng Yu back.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yu trotted to his side and asked in confusion.

Wei Bo's eyes darkened slightly, "I want to confirm something, you wait for me outside later, you must not enter the cake shop."

After listening to his instructions, Meng Yu couldn't help but frown. What important things do you need to confirm? Can't you enter the cake shop?But he still nodded obediently.

"The caring little padded jacket is really good." It was rare to see such a good Meng Yu, Wei Borong patted his head in relief, but was pushed away violently in the next second, and got a big roll of his eyes.

"I'm not a dog. If you touch me like this again, you'll be bald."

The little look of squinting at him is so cute, Wei Borong couldn't help but pinch his face, leaned over and moved his lips slightly: "You like it, whatever you want."

There was a faint fragrance on Wei Borong's body, Meng Yu sniffed his nose and sniffed it twice, slapped his face against his face and pushed him away, turning away his face, the tips of his ears were slightly red.

The sour smell of love rose in the air.

Meng Yu didn't wait outside First, the wind was strong outside, and the autumn leaves and sand were flying around. Wei Borong was afraid that his small body would not be able to bear it, and there would be no one when he came out, so he placed him in the French window of the cake shop bar chairs.

Wei Jin was slightly surprised that the two went back and forth, but seeing his son's condensed expression, he immediately understood that their coming back this time was not a good thing.

really--

The little girl who made the cake was called by Wei Jin to go outside temporarily to collect the cash, and there was a small room of a few square meters in the back, which was used for meals and lunch breaks.

Standing by the wall, Wei Jin put his arms around his chest, frowning bluntly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wei Borong didn't look at her, but stared at the floor with downcast eyes. There was some flour sprinkled on it, and it had already been stepped on to cling to the dark floor, with half a shoe print on it.

"What's the matter? The money is not enough, or..." Wei Jin was impatient with his silence, but what she wanted to ask in her heart was why she didn't tell her what she needs to register today and start school tomorrow, but she blurted out. tasted.

"Did you do something to Aunt Meng?" Wei Bolong slowly raised his eyes, expressionless and indifferent, as if looking at a stranger.

Wei Jin felt a "thump" in her heart, feeling inexplicably seen through, she was silent for a few seconds.Wei Borong immediately understood that there was indeed something to do.

"What about the one you had before? Why did you split up again?" He pouted mockingly, his eyes full of sarcasm and coldness.

"How did you talk to your mother? That's what the teacher taught you at school? You don't need to take care of my affairs, and I have nothing to do with your Auntie Meng." Wei Jin subconsciously raised her voice when she was poked into her thoughts.

"You have never taken care of my affairs. How dare I take care of you. It's just asking. I advise you, Aunt Meng is not in your circle. Don't delay her and make people more troublesome. At that time, the relationship between the two families will be frozen." , you can't ask for any favors."

"What do you know, kid..."

"At least in terms of feelings and life, I know better than you, so I'm clean."

Wei Jin's pupils constricted because of his son's words, thinking that the employees outside and Meng Yu were still there, tried hard to restrain the urge to raise his hands and beat people, and left the small room angrily, but did not go outside.

Wei Borong leaned against the door and let out a sneer. Passing by Wei Jin, he noticed the probing eyes of the two cake-making masters. He ignored it and led Meng Yu away from First.

The sound insulation inside is good, plus there is some distance, Meng Yu didn't hear the conversation between Wei Borong and Wei Jin, he didn't ask what the two talked about, it was Wei Borong's private matter, even if they were in a relationship You should leave a certain amount of personal space for the other party, and blindly possessive desire will only be annoying.

"It's over?" Meng Yu felt that the conversation was over just as soon as he sat on the bench.

Wei Borong nodded, led the people out of First, and stood outside on the side of the road to stop the car. There were not many cars passing by, most of them were passengers.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Wei Borong asked suddenly.

Meng Yu circled around for a few seconds, letting him hold his hand, turning his eyes back and forth to think.

"Spike Potatoes, you can figure out the rest." I can't think of anything else for now, "How about having a pre-school feast?"

Wei Borong knocked him on the head amusedly, feeling that Meng Yu's proposal was wrong, "Then let's go buy some more food later, we can wait for Auntie Meng to come back and have a big dinner together in the evening."

After waiting for a few minutes, the car was still not empty. The new canvas shoes Meng Yu was wearing had rubbed his heels and turned red. He endured it for a long time, and now it was painful to stand waiting for the car. under the tree.

"Tired of standing?"

Meng Yu shook his head, took off his shoes, and showed Wei Borong his heels that were oozing with blood. When Wei Borong saw the red, he frowned. Gently wipe the blood around the broken skin with a tissue.

"Why don't you say that the shoes are grinding your feet, and you have endured it for so long." Regarding Meng Yu's silence, Wei Borong was angry and distressed. His heels were worn down like that and he still endured until now to say, why don't you hold back for a while? It doesn't squeak until the feet are useless! ?

"Just say that the shoes don't fit your feet. Do you want to hurt yourself to death?" The tone was a bit aggressive.

Meng Yu felt aggrieved by his serious tone, pursed his mouth, pulled the wet towel and wiped it while retorting: "It's my feet that are torn, not yours, did you eat the gunpowder or the bazooka? "

Wei Borong, who made people angry, hurriedly apologized with a smile on his face. Under Meng Yu's big eyes and refusal, he firmly carried him on his back. He found a nearby pharmacy and bought a box of band-aids, and took off his shoes at the door of the pharmacy. , Wanting to post it for him, Meng Yu was so embarrassed by others that he shrank his feet several times, and was finally pinned down firmly.

People passing by couldn't help but glance at the two of them. The young girl in a white coat in the pharmacy saw this scene, coyly whispered to the person next to her for a while, and then thoughtfully sent them a small package of cotton swabs and iodine. Volt.

"You can use this to disinfect, do you need my help?" The little girl's cheeks were flushed, and she was too shy to look directly at Wei Borong.

Wei Borong took it unceremoniously, "Thank you, no need, I can just come."

The little girl looked at Meng Yu, smiled embarrassedly, turned around and went back to the pharmacy, she was walking like a lady, but when she was about to reach the medicine cabinet, she walked faster and faster, accompanied by a suppressed low laugh faintly accompanied by excitement.

Glancing at the girl's jumping back, Meng Yu suddenly tore open the plastic bag of cotton swabs, and kicked Wei Borong angrily, Wei Borong looked up at him with a funny face, and asked with a smile: "Why, are you jealous? "

Spray some povidone iodine around the small wound, take a cotton swab and gently spread it on, and finally put on a band-aid.

"Who would be jealous, what's there to be jealous about this kind of thing, and you don't like girls." At the end, he whispered, it's not jealous, but who made his partner look so handsome!

Wei Borong's heart is clear like a mirror, but his little padded jacket is full of duplicity, and his mouth is hard and flustered.

Just after putting on Meng Yu's shoes, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped slowly on the side of the road not far away. The owner of the car in a black suit pushed the door and got out of the car. With a just right smile on his face, he strode towards Meng Yu and Wei Bo Come in the redundant direction.